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Post by Mystic on Sept 27, 2009 15:07:38 GMT -5
Magic thought briefly of his scarred father. It seemed to be a reoccurring theme with Blackshadow wolves. Sootflare's question caught him off guard, because he was wondering how they both got their scars. "Hm? Me? No. I'm still fresh out of puphood." Magic's eyes sparkled slightly. He was so happy to finally be considered an adult.
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Post by Phantom on Sept 27, 2009 15:11:38 GMT -5
She blinked, again tilting her head in that peculiar way. "...so?" She chuckled lightly, amused by this very random-to-her subject. Since when did puphood matter when it came to mates? It was so odd to her. "I've been Hemitite's mate since I was..." She thought back a moment, tilting her head back thoughtfully. "About eight months old." She gave a shrug, glancing back to him, waiting for him to explain how age mattered at all.
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Post by Mystic on Sept 27, 2009 15:33:42 GMT -5
"Eight months?" Magic repeated. He shook his head. His age was still a little young, though not very. His mother was still young when she and Romeo became mates. But eight months? "I guess age doesn't matter, as long as you aren't a pup. I guess I just haven't had much time to actually find a mate yet."
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Post by Phantom on Sept 27, 2009 15:38:14 GMT -5
As was her habit, Soot rolled onto her back, exposing more horrid scars, especially right along her belly. Very brutal, painful-looking claw marks criss-crossed along her lower stomach, but she never once looked down at them. She was too busy staring up at Magic. "Why not? Don't you want to mate?" She tilted her head, ears perked, eyes vastly curious. A male who didn't want or hadn't 'had time' to find a mate was just plain weird.
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Post by Mystic on Sept 27, 2009 15:46:55 GMT -5
Magic felt anger bubble inside of him at the sight of those scars. How could they do that to her? "I suppose I do. But I think I'd like to enjoy this time for a while. Being young and strong." He scratched an itch behind his ear with one of his hind legs. "This is the only time I get, after all."
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Post by Phantom on Sept 27, 2009 15:56:36 GMT -5
She studied him a moment before shrugging. "You're a weird one." She teased, sitting up some. It might be a tease, but he really was weird to her. Once she was back on her paws, she stretched out, fur bristling with the movement. "If you ever want, I like rebelling against Hemmy sometimes." She hinted, dropping back onto her belly, laying down, but still watching him, tail flipping up like a husky's and wagging. "But I think if I tried to be a real mate, like how you describe it, I'd get killed."
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Post by Mystic on Sept 27, 2009 16:10:25 GMT -5
Magic picked up the hint and tilted his head curiously to one side. Sootflare seemed so young, but he remembered she said she was truly about fifteen years old. "Just going on what I know about Hemitite...you probably would. Especially if you demanded to be his only mate." Magic could still remember the green-tinted wolf quite well. When he was younger, he would have nightmares about him. Him and Bleaknight.
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Post by Phantom on Sept 27, 2009 16:14:30 GMT -5
She let out a little giggle, eyes dancing with amusement. "I wasn't talking about being his mate." She gave Magic a wink before getting back to her paws, obviously a very restless wolf. "He's no fun after all. He just hurts a lot. He and the other males. You're nice though." She smiled softly, trotting in circles around him, looking him over before gently resting her chin on his shoulders, very comfortably. "Out of all the ones I've met, I'd want to be yours. You don't hurt."
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Post by Mystic on Sept 27, 2009 16:19:51 GMT -5
Magic felt an amused purr come out of his throat. She was flirting with him! Magic nuzzled against her flank. Her fur was surprisingly soft. His tail began to wag a bit. "Of course I don't hurt. I'd never hurt a pretty little she-wolf like you. It's not very honorable, is it?"
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Post by Phantom on Sept 27, 2009 16:26:06 GMT -5
She shrugged, instantly nuzzling deeper into his fur, tail wagging. "I'm not a full wolf, actually. I'm half dog." She gave a shrug, not finding it vastly important. Right now, all she really cared about was how nice and soft Magic's fur was and that for once in her life, she wasn't having pain being inflicted upon her. "That's one of the reasons I'm just Hemmy's toy. No wolf wants pups with a half-breed." She shrugged, again pretty casual about it.
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Post by Mystic on Sept 27, 2009 16:30:47 GMT -5
Magic raised his head and looked at her curiously. "You're half dog?" Magic had been told stories of dogs, mostly by Sol. They were like wolves, only not as wild or free. "That's actually sort of...interesting." Not bad, really. At least not to Magic. He found it different and amazing somehow. He nuzzled against her fur again.
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Post by Phantom on Sept 27, 2009 16:35:31 GMT -5
Quite abruptly, she turned her head some to look back at him, sitting down. "Hemmy told me you were the one that escaped the pack. He said he'd found you trespassing on our lands, but Bleaknight's brother saved you and took you back to your pack, where he now lives with you." She let out a sigh, keeping her nose in his fur. "You're lucky."
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Post by Mystic on Sept 27, 2009 16:48:29 GMT -5
Magic nodded once. "Yes...I was lucky. If Sol hadn't helped me, I don't know where I would be right now." Alive in the Blackshadow lands, covered in scars? Dead? "It was a relief to come back home." But he was still very frightened for his sisters and his mother. "Sootflare...does Hemitite ever mention my mother or my sisters?"
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Post by Phantom on Sept 27, 2009 16:54:37 GMT -5
She frowned softly, nodding. "Often. But mostly because... he likes to compare me... to others he wants more..." She frowned, much slower than she had been before. Abruptly, when before she was all casual, she didn't seem like talking at all. She lay down, resting her chin on her paws. "He sneaks in sometimes. Because he knows that since your capture, most of your pack don't patrol here anymore. He would sometimes bring me in..." She frowned deeply, ears back tight. "To shove my nose in their scents and tell me how useless I was." She got to her paws, letting out a sigh and moving slowly back into the trees. "I gotta go."
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Post by Mystic on Sept 27, 2009 17:08:40 GMT -5
Magic's ears drooped as she spoke. He stood up as she did. "Sootflare, wait a moment!" Magic walked over and licked her flank. "You aren't useless, just remember that. Alright?" His ears stayed laid back against his head. He felt truly sorry for her. Poor thing.
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